"ouside" poems
*This view from my window
Its why I moved in
This view from my window
Has kept me in
This view from my window shows a world of hope
This view from my window disables me to cope
This view from my window allows me to stay inside
This view from my window
Allows me to hide
From the ouside world
Im kept safe inside
But it is from my inside that I must hide
Im pushindg and trying to get up and out
From this view from my window
Please let me out
Incapacitated, rejected, scorned , and deprived
Of what this view from my window has on the other side*
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
**the banner photograph that the poem references is off now, but...
The poem is about a photo I took, outside looking in, where the window and an interior mirror, both reflected me, outside, outwards, but caught the interior of the house within, and the interior of our lives, which was my intent, but the poem came later....
a self portrait,
a reflection
in a window, in a mirror.
a man stick figure
within and without.
me hidden, armed,
iPad spyglass
one upon the other,
unaware of observation,
introspection / extrospection.
man, external,
grilling striped bass,
woman, internal,
kitchen caught slicing heirlooms,
a dressing awaits,
peach salsa,
the seagulls inform me.
Outdoors, indoors.
bay,
in the background.
living room, kitchen,
in the foreground
couching, crouching, cooking,
a closeup and landscape,
of two lives.
so the photo treatment,
introspection / extrospection,
upon reflection,
a poem ouside-insight.
a moment to reflect upon a reflection of a moment.
this how I see things,
and why not you too?
Double vision.
outside, looking in, inside, looking outward.
then,
at the point of intersection,
a memory recorded,
always recording,
paths, moments,
worthy of note.
such a note, here,
record of a photograph.
preserving my preservation.
tho photo blurry,
what you see,
is what I see.
lives of symmetry
summer symmetry is my life.
life is my summer symmetry.
exactly.
August 2012
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
Ole Hunchback
Got a right Royal burial;
That smiling villain's bones
Bleached black-blonde
In underground parking.
Exhumed and parlayed
For over two years;
Confirmed to be he
Who caused a Queen
To cry vats of tears
For the Tower boys.
Poor Anne dropped her hankie.
His horse-drawn caisson
Is a subterfuge,
A distraction to veil
Civil dissatisfaction.
He finally got his horse,
And we get the droppings.
And I see Cromwell
Standing beside Churhill
And Charles ouside
Westminster.
Perhaps Manson
Will be busted
In Poet's Corner.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
My how my muse desires you.Deeper you are is it your insanity.
Is it mine. Intoxicating. Born
Ouside dimensions you emit a constant hum or is it me the antenna born to your freakuency.
Every answer is a question. My inquisition.
Raw as a flicking lash..subtle as a midnight whisp.
Irish eyes awash with irony. You swiftly pull my pathos a querry in constant posture.
You are a devine girl/woman
Neither young nor old ...a vessel,a wonderous curiosity. Hannah you are what ?.
An ovation of thunder?
A Dickensonian verse ?
An ancient curse ?
A raven ?
POE ?
Bitter...Sweet enigma.
A sand siren self aware
You have my full attention every sultry deed.
God I feel the tide draw ill.
Against my will.
The mirage persists even to the touch.jagged rocks a starboard aching need a larboard. Simply Hannah.
But sad to say, I have seen you before sitting on beached and rotting vessel ashore arms oustretched your sisters have sung that
Sweet beguiling song to me before.I have surrenderd and run my boat ashore
At times turned the rudder and put my back to the breezes
Your song.
Your smile.a reincarnation
An ill wind sweet stench of forbidden. Solitary lilac standing tall beneath a waning moon..sweet
A portrait.
Succubus.
Cloaked in plain sight you are open as the sphinx. Too young to be this ancient too wise to be this.Hannah.
Brash as brass knuckles backhanded on bruised cheek. Soft as overspun cotton candy.
Add water and stir girl
All around the world girl
Proof positive that god has a wicked
Sense of humour.
Beautifull
Hannah.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
you know what i'm thinking about, now.
it was too hot outside to do much of anything,
and my car was on low fuel anyway.
[but i bet you didn't know that.]
and i hadn't slept the night before,
and i was ready to tell you that i...
i simply couldn't do this anymore.
but i knew how you felt about running away.
so i stayed, ********* i stayed.
and we ate ice cream with our fingertips,
and never spoke aloud what we felt as we did it.
has silence ever spoken so loud, bbluv?
and in fragments i remember our movie,
and the whole time i wanted to be closer.
so i sat on the floor, and you in your chair,
and wondered if you even noticed me there.
and then i remember hours and hours of night,
being irresponsible and [occasionally] flirty.
but we had to get up in the morning,
so we tried to stop our endless flow of words.
and i remember calling you after i wrecked my world,
and i paced around the house in my barefeet,
and whispered what happened, what i was afraid of.
i remember you mentioning my drunk texts, too.
and yes, i remember slurpees and wasting time inside.
not because it was hot ouside,
but because i just didn't want to leave.
i didn't get anything else done that day.
and i remember the feel of your bed, your pillow,
so different from the couch i had been sleeping on.
and i remember this look in your eyes, and i...
didn't know what it meant, at the time.
and, you know, i wish you weren't sorry.
for driving me away, i mean. that's okay.
but the way you did it tore me apart.
i'll be way too honest here and say it changed me.
i kept waiting for it to hit me,
day after day after ************* day.
you weren't coming back, not ever.
but still i waited, and still i wait.
and then, at the show, there was nothing.
i don't even know if you noticed me.
and that hurt me more than anything.
but i know i liked that your shirt was different.
and i also know i could understand.
because you said that last time,
and i got it, didn't i? i got it.
so don't tell me i won't. just don't.
tell me you miss our slurpees,
and you miss sweating by your pool,
just to delay my leaving a little bit.
even if it meant our legs got soaked.
and then you have to tell me this:
you don't want anything back, and
you don't want anymore late nights,
and you don't want anymore desperate phone calls.
and then i'll let it alone, and be okay.
and i can say this honestly.
because i know you, and i know...
it simply won't happen that way.
"but we both know this won't happen.
because i don't know goodbyes,
and i don't know severed ties."
i know you don't, so stop pretending you do.
you know, you're wrong about something.
you're excellent at leaving. you just **** at staying away.
but is that because, maybe,
you don't want to stay away from me?
so embrace october,
november, and december.
we'll exchange pumpkin pictures,
and costumes too.
we'll send pictures of thanksgiving,
and complain later we ate too much.
and we'll send anonymous presents,
and detail our new year's eve.
and then, what do you know?
we'll have come full circle.
and maybe, just maybe,
this will be yet another year of snow.
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
Nights are are quiet and cold to the touch
Gloomy lights in dusty rooms cast spectral doom as whirr and clank.
You took.
You pulled and ripped our love apart at the seams
Now powered by steam.
Dashed and splintered
So I Labour late and long into wintery nights to build from scraps of wood iron and steel.
A semblance so that I can once more feel and care.
A shiney gift to pull from
my chest. An offering.
Something that tics and clanks. Cold and dead ouside
Instead of pumping love
My Steampunk heart can only cry and scream .The loss of flesh and love for a loveless lifeless thing...my offering
The Steampunk Heart.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Left on my own
Wanted by no-one
Left to my devices
Free to roam
People trap you in
Like a prison cell
Must please them
Be all surface
No feeling
Rather be all feeling
No surface
Must be free
Escape thsi prison cell
Loneliness is the key
Be alone
Then you are free
I am free
But ouside
An outsider
Excluded from humanity
Now truly alone
Did not want this
It all went wrong
Nothing else left
Must fade from view
Fade from others memories
Die in exclusion
Die hidden from view
As no body loved me
Truly alone
That is the prison cell
There is no escape
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
Stretch and yawn
Keep mind open.
Think of icicles frozen to my skin.
Burn in hells fire,charred within.
Stay in the now . Just till dawn.
Danger lurks ouside the campfire.
Pain and eternal damnation
From now til the end of creation...sleep with one eye open..
To hell and gone.
The world as we know it and time marches on
So keep your head and focus your vision.
The devil prys at our weakness and division.
And stands poised for armagedon
Lulls us to destruction...he waits. Just till dawn
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
We used to have a tree in the garden ouside,
when I was small,
and I remember watching it slowly grow tall.
So tall that I could barely see,
the leaves on top
of the crown of that tall, tall tree.
And maybe it was trying to reach,
the stars up in the sky,
but how can I be sure if I cannot see that high.
Its branches reaching to the clouds above,
how can I forget,
when its attempts were never enough.
I fell in love with climbing up its branches,
once I grew older,
and right on the top, I watched the stars.
Even if it got any colder,
I still sat there staring at the distant blue sky.
But when we moved out,
of that house with the garden and the tree,
they cut it down,
watching the fall of every last leaf.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
Instinctively, I always knew
you were meant for me, and I you
the way you touched me,
looked at me, into me
the way your hands melded into mine
In those very first moments
when our eyes first met
it was like an awakening
of two lost souls
finally at peace with their place
Amazing, how suddenly loves embrace
wraps itelf around us
cacooning us from the ouside world
and for just a few short years
we became one.
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
I can't wait to get out of here
To step ouside, smelling cool city air
I need to get away
Suburbia's a place i'd hate to stay
I know this isn't where I belong
So to the trees and sidewalks I say "so long"
I'd rather be in the city bustling
Than watch the evergreen tree rustling
I understand I call this place home
But then why do I feel like I'm so alone?
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
Bryan,
The only boy
Who had me cryin'
Tears of joy.
The only man
Who took the time
To understand
My complex mind.
The only guy
Who looked at me
From the inside out
Not the ouside in.
Bryan,
I'm sorry for lyin'
And leaving you behind
When you were nothing but kind
To a selfish girl like me
Our love was a bittersweet tragedy.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Learning to let go
It's raining ouside
Inside my heart drowns
The wind is un-inviting
Even smiling faces bring me down.
It's cold out here alone
It's cold in here all alone
My soul grown cold
My mind gone old.
The city is rude, bone chilling
Since you have gone I notice neither
Feelings bare, my emotions froze
All I have left is this note, I hold.
I burn this letter for warmth
To feel again, feelings again
Welcome my friends.
Set these words to the coldest air
Take it from me, let me breathe
Help me see,
As they no longer own me.
Welcome back self love
Inner strength from above
Within who I am
Seeing clearly once again.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:07 AM UTC
(6/13/13)
LIVE TO LOVE, AND LOVE TO LIVE
GIVE ALL THAT YOU CAN GIVE
WE ARE HERE BUT ONCE IN OUR LIFE TIME
AND EVERYONE MUST LEAVE A PART OF THEMSELVES
TO SHOW THE PLACE THAT THEY DID DWELL.
A KIND WORD, A THOUGHTFUL DEED.
IS ALL THAT THEY MAY NEED?
TO HOLD THEIR HAND AND CONSOLE THEM
IN THEIR HOURS OF NEED, IS WHEN YOU PLANT
YOUR GENEROUS SEED.
YOU MAY BE THE EARTH ANGEL THAT THEY HAVE
WAITED FOR TO LEAD THEM ON THEIR WAY
AND FOR THEM -YOU ARE THE ANGEL FOR WHICH THEY PRAYED.
WE ARE BUT A DOT! AND EACH DOT TOUCHES ANOTHER DOT
TO CREATE THE “CIRCLE OF LIFE”
NO ONE DOT CAN SURVIVE BY ITSELF- BUT AS PART
OF A MUTITUDE OF DOTS, IT BECOMES AN UNBREAKABLE CHAIN.
FOR NO ONE LINK IS STRONGER OR WEAKER THAN ANOTHER
IN SOME WAYS WE ARE LIKE A BALL – WE ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES
AND WE TEND TO BOUNCE BACK, BUT UNLIKE A BALL THAT IS WHOLE
ON THE OUSIDE, WE ARE NOT EMPTY ON THE INSIDE.
THIS BALL OF OURS HOLDS OUR HOPES AND DREAMS
OUR WANTS AND NEEDS -AND ALL THE EMOTIONS ON WHICH WE FEED.
JUST LIKE THE BALL, WE ARE HIT, KICKED, SLAMMED, AND DUNKED
BUT WE ARE STILL STRONG AND RESILLIENT.
LET US STRENGTHEN THIS “CIRCLE OF LIFE”
THIS BALL AND CHAIN, SO THAT IT WILL FOREVER REMAIN THE SAME.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC